Also at this party a Russian man proposed a vodka toast with me, “to books that make us think in new ways,” which charmed the heck out of me. At the end of the night he told me he had a good laugh at my face when I did the vodka shot, which is not surprising at all (“on the rocks and give it a minute to water down” is the strongest I tolerate my liquor) but a bit less charming. Good times though, and cheers to my friend who’s just left town for new adventures.

Irish Breakfast.

A webcomicblogdiarything. By Emily. It gets its name from my two favorite beverages (tea and tea with whiskey in it), excesses of which lead to the adventures recorded in the comics. Slightly more detail is here. Or, just start from the very beginning.